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Little Man Orange--My Mister Peanut Butter Trout

Wisdom of the Infinite

THE STITCH IN THE TELEPHONE WIRES

The Differences

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall



I Turn Forward

The Storm

Prairie Town Progress

Beyond Door Number Three

The Make-Up of Molecules

I Will Return

Marinate On This

A Smattering Of Mattering (How Do You Matter)

Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

from the tomb of three days sleeping

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Lemonade Days and Rhubarb Pies

Life Among Clouds

HOW

EVENTUALLY...

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

morning thoughts (begin again)

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy

Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

A Man Of The Clouds

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

Somtimes in Surrender

Encounter Before Dawn

Shedding Your Skin

Liminality

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they're talking about me
like I'm not here.

moving in circles where
I'm not ever there.
what is this?

where am I?

its peculiar to feel
so self-aware
when I'm not even a shadow
nor a shape in the
background where the wind
moves through.

just
simply not there,
not anywhere.

where did I go?

why do they whisper?
why can I not make out
the breathy words they speak?

silent worlds make me
feel a whole lot less comfortable
although I am erased from
any place my eyes
seek.

odd.
what's going on?

there's a raising of cups
the joke's being explained
but I am not here to share in
the laughter's refrain.

there ,
over in the corner
two eyes are peering out from inside
of a box.

how electric a shock
to be
silent
to be
so not around...
questions pour out
of me in
an avalanche.

when
echoing, in the distance
a shrill alarm clock rings
and I arise almost Christ-like
from the tomb of
three days sleeping.

no box,
still fully assembled.

I've been
dreaming.


Copyright October 11, 2013
Melissa A Howells
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World





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